"Qinyuanchun? Snow (February 1936)
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed;
When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum.
Mountain dancing silver snake, galloping the original sound of wax elephant, want to compare with the weather.
When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent;
Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
Original notes
"Original" refers to the plateau, namely the Qin Jin Plateau.
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Qin Huang Hanwu, Tang Zong Song Zu: Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, Tang Taizong and Song Taizu.
Coquettish: The Book of Songs and Qu Yuan's Li Sao refer to literature in general.
Tianjiao: In the Han Dynasty, Xiongnu was called "the favored son of heaven". See History of the Huns.
Genghis Khan: Mongolian conqueror who built a great empire across Europe and Asia.
Carving: Biography of Li Guang in Historical Records calls Xiongnu archers "archers".
Notes on the title or background of a book.
Solution:1On August 28th, 945, Mao Zedong flew to Chongqing from Yan 'an and held 43 days of negotiations with the Kuomintang. In the meantime, Liu Yazi often gave poems to Mao, and returned them in calligraphy on October 7th. It was immediately published in Chongqing Xinhua Daily, causing a sensation.
The way of doing things
The words "Genghis Khan" and "three feet three falling from the sky" in the sixteen-character sequence are not Chinese names, and the other is a direct quotation from folk songs, so it is not necessary to stick to the level tone.
"Spring and Snow in the Qinyuan" is a famous poem by Mao Zedong, which was written in 1936 (the year of Bingzi) [1] in February in Liucun, shilou county, Shanxi. 1945 10, Mao Zedong went to Chongqing to negotiate, copied his poems to the poet Liu Yazi, and then published them in major newspapers in Chongqing, which was widely circulated. Poetry is divided into two parts: the first part describes the snow scene in the north, which is warm and cold at first, and shows the magnificent mountains and rivers of the great motherland; Next, President Mao Zedong lamented the magnificence of the motherland's mountains and rivers, drew out heroes such as Qin Huang Hanwu, commented on heroes of past dynasties, and expressed his great ambition and mind. Poetry is permeated with Mao Zedong Thought's philosophy, which is an example of Mao Zedong's personal practice of literary thought.
The touching story of the Red Army's Long March
Seven games
Wang Yuanjian
It's dawn and the rain has stopped.
The climate in the grassland is very strange.
There are few stars in the moon.
Suddenly a cold wind blew,
Thick clouds emerged from the flat ground,
In an instant, the sky was covered tightly,
Then there was a heavy rain,
Mixed with hail as big as chestnuts,
Pour down indiscriminately.
Lu Jinyong poked his head out of the bushes,
I looked around.
The whole grassland is immersed in a fog.
Can't see people, can't hear voices; Weeds washed by heavy rain lie flat in the mud like combs, and even the road can't be seen clearly. It's still cloudy, and occasionally a few hailstones fall and hit the muddy green water.
Splash a pinch of water.
He sighed painfully.
Because the calf wound is inflamed,
He fell behind.
For two days,
He travels day and night,
I wanted to catch up with the brigade today, but I was caught in this unlucky rainstorm, which delayed half a night.
He cursed the weather,
Leave the bushes,
Had a stretch,
A cool breeze made him suddenly shudder. Only then did he find that his clothes were completely soaked.
"If only there was a fire roast!"
He twisted his clothes hard and watched the water drip down his trousers, thinking. He also knows that this is a delusion.
——
Not only now,
The day before he fell behind,
Because there is nothing to make a fire, their company has to eat raw dry food. But he subconsciously put his hand into his pants. Suddenly, his hand touched something sticky.
He quickly squatted down with joy and rummaged through his pockets. Sure enough, a pinch of highland barley powder stuck to the bottom of the pocket; Flour quilt
Once the rain is soaked,
This is a paste.
He scraped off the thin paste carefully,
It is as big as an egg.
He pinched the dough carefully, and at one moment it became shaped, and at the other it became round, and he couldn't help feeling happy:
"Fortunately, I didn't find it yesterday morning!"
I haven't eaten for a day and a night,
This will see something to eat,
I feel even hungrier.
In order not to swallow it in one gulp,
He kneaded the dough into long strips again.
I was just about to put it to my mouth,
Suddenly heard a low cry:
"Comrade-"
The voice is so weak,
Profound,
It seems to be coming from underground.
He paused briefly,
He limped towards the sound.
Lu Jinyong staggered across two ditches,
Come to a small tree,
See the person who greets.
He was half lying there, leaning against the root of a tree.
There is a pool of muddy sewage under me.
It seems that he hasn't moved for a long time.
His expression is more clear:
Hair wet by rain sticks to the forehead like black felt paste.
Water dripped along the hair and cheeks.
The track sinks deeply,
Close your eyes feebly,
Only the Adam's apple under the palate is shaking up and down,
Chapped lips make a deep sound:
"Comrade! Comrade! ——"
Hearing Lu Jinyong's footsteps, the comrade opened his eyes with difficulty, struggled habitually and seemed to want to sit up.
But it didn't move.
Lu Jinyong looked at this scene,
My eyes seem to have touched something,
A burst of acidity.
In the next two days,
This is the third time he has seen his comrades fall.
"This must be starving!"
As he thought about it, he hurriedly grabbed the previous step, put his arm around the comrade's shoulder, handed the little highland barley noodles to the comrade's mouth and said:
"Comrade, eat quickly!"
The comrade raised a pair of vacant eyes,
Gave Lu Jinyong a dull look,
Struggling to lift his hand and push his arm away,
His lips moved a few times, squeezing out a few words through his teeth:
"no, it's not ... it's useless."
Lu Jinyong stopped in the air.
I don't know what to do at the moment.
He looked at Qing Wu's face frozen by the cold wind and rain.
There are raindrops hanging on his face, thinking painfully:
"If there is a fire and a cup of hot water, maybe he can still live!"
He raised his head, looked at the misty distance, then took the comrade's wrist and said:
"Go, I'll help you go!"
The comrade closed his eyes and shook his head.
No one answered,
It seems to be accumulating all its strength.
For a time,
He suddenly opened his eyes, his right hand pointed to his left armpit and said earnestly:
"This ... here!"
Lu Jinyong put his hand into his wet clothes in confusion.
At this moment,
He felt that his comrade's chest was as cold as his clothes. Under the man's armpit, he took out a hard paper bag and handed it to the comrade.
The comrade opened the paper bag with trembling hands.
That is the party card;
Uncover the party card,
There is a small fire in it.
Wood. Charred matches. The red matches are clustered together, and the positive pressure is in the center of the scarlet seal, like a jumping flame.
"Comrade, you see ..."
The comrade waved to Lu Jinyong, approached, he stretched out a stiff finger, carefully fiddled with matches one by one, and whispered:
"-,two, three, four ..."
A * * * has seven matches,
He counted for a long time.
After counting,
Again to Lu Jinyong cast a glance and asked:
It seems to say, "Do you understand?"
"Yes, I see!"
Lu Jinyong nodded happily, thinking:
"This is easy!"
He seemed to see a fiery red fire, and he was snuggling up to it with his comrade-in-arms.
……
At this moment,
He found that the comrade's face seemed to be elongated.
The dying color in my eyes suddenly disappeared and there was a light of joy. I saw him close his party card and hold it in his hand like a bowl full of water.
Carefully put it in Lu Jinyong's hand, hold it tightly together, and stare straight at his face.
"Remember, this, this is, everyone's!"
He suddenly withdrew his hand, took a deep breath and lifted it with all his strength, pointing in the direction of due north:
"Good, good comrades ... you ... you bring them here ..."
So much for words. Lu Jinyong felt his arms suddenly sink!
His eyes are blurred. Trees in the distance, grass nearby,
Wet clothes,
Those closed eyes
……
Everything is like a whole grass,
The fog is heavy,
Only that hand is clear, it is held high, like a road sign, pointing in the direction of the Long March troops.
……
The road after this,
Lu Jinyong walks very fast.
When it gets dark,
He caught up with the defender.
In the boundless darkness,
Clusters of bonfires were blazing.
In the storm,
Soldiers who have been tumbling in the mud for days,
Laughing and laughing around the raging wildfire,
There is a mist on the wet clothes, and the wild vegetables in the foreign porcelain bowl sizzle.
……
Lu Jinyong crept up to the defender.
Even the instructor here.
Reflect the flickering light,
He opened the party card with trembling fingers,
Pass the remaining six matches to the instructor one by one and count them in a strange tone at the same time:
"One, two, three, four ..."